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I had never known more anguish, never known more sadness, and never known more loneliness than the day I lost Ryan. I remember those early days clearly, although I hesitate to bring myself there fully. It’s an indescribable feeling. Helplessness and nausea are the only words that come to mind. In the moment all I could do was concentrate on lifting my foot and then positioning it in front of me. One feeble footstep at a time. One minute at a time. Everything baby steps. Everything frightening. The process of losing a beloved spouse is a horrifying one, and one I only bring up because a dear friend lost her husband last week. Our correspondence...
